Chapter 8: Another Addition

Beverly Price, Karen’s good-looking and sophisticated sixty-year-old mother slowly recovered from her shock at discovering that her daughter was living in a threesome in which I, an ‘older man’ almost her age, was the participating male. After sputtering and stammering for several minutes she finally got control of herself and was able to compliment our threesome.

With that she threw he hands over her face. “Oh, do I have a lot to catch up on. It’s been so long since we had a real talk...” She gave us all a silly grin then sipped her wine. “So, tell me how you all met ... and, I guess, how you got together.”

Everyone looked at me. I told the first part of the story, about losing my wife, my depression and then pulling out of it enough to know I needed to help someone else. I even commented on my morning meditations and the messages the Universe gave me. I then looked to Lynn.

Lynn told her story about leaving her abusive alcoholic husband in Ohio and fleeing to a place on the map near where her dart poked a hole in a map. She talked about having a friend that led to her meeting me first by telephone and then a few hours later just as she pulled into town. I was to be her welcome and host in Sarasota. She went on about how we fell for each other and then how I used my network to get her introduced to Emptive Aerospace, where she and Karen met.

Karen took over and waxed eloquent about Lynn’s capabilities and contributions at work and how they’d become close friends almost instantly sharing even a lot of intimate things such as Lynn’s emerging relationship with me and her own frustration with a lot of her boyfriends. She talked about how Lynn and she had talked about Karen joining us in some meaningful way, even an intimate way, but they hadn’t had a chance to do anything specific. Karen then talked about how we all felt threatened when Lynn’s husband had shown up in the neighborhood and how she and Lynn had changed places to try to fool him. She got demurely vague at that point and just alluded to the fact that around that tense time the three of us ‘connected’ and she joined our relationship.

Lynn and Karen were very open and discussed the many issues we’d talked about and debated prior to forming our threesome: compatibility, politics, sharing things, jealousy, and more. They also brought up in their own words about unconditional love and the point of being committed to each other’s happiness and what that meant to us.

Bev asked, “So, you’d allow one another to have another ... errr, relationship if one of you wanted to?” Bev asked in a tone of disbelief.

I responded, “In short ‘yes,’ but it gets complicated. For instance, I wouldn’t just plunge into another relationship unless I felt it would add something to my relationship with Karen and Lynn. More than likely, we’d talk about it in some way beforehand, not to restrict one another but to explore the impacts that whatever it is would have on us individually and collectively.”

“Do you love each other equally around your triangle?” she asked. “Isn’t a triangle unstable in a relationship? Doesn’t jealousy play a role eventually?”

Lynn jumped in, “Let me talk to that. We talked a lot about jealousy when we started. In a relationship jealousy comes from feeling left out, being taken advantage of, or feeling a relationship that you have with someone is threatened. We go out of our way to be sure none of us feel this way. Jim is wonderful in this regard and we love being ‘his’ girls. We really protect each other and go out of our way to be inclusive.”

“The other thing,” Karen injected flawlessly, “is that Jim is totally accepting of the feelings that Lynn and I have for each other. He gives us our time and intimacy together freely and willingly. I don’t think he’s got a jealous bone in his body.” I smiled.

I chuckled and added, “I don’t mind in part because the two of them always have me in recovery mode.” We all laughed. Bev blushed.

“Well, I’m still in a state of shock,” Bev admitted, “but let me tell you all that I’m almost jealous of the love I see between each of you. I know you had lots of other ways to put this in front of me and you all have done it in a caring and loving way. I am grateful for your including me and for your openness.”

We all migrated into the kitchen. Lynn changed to casual wear that on her always looks seductive. Add to that, two ‘hot’ bikini-clad women and I kept having impure thoughts as we prepared dinner and the four of us sat to eat.

We had an animated discussion about relationships, pairings, bisexuality and preferences over dinner. Bev continued to be amazed at how open and communicative we were. Lynn and I took a walk after dinner to allow Karen and her mother to chat without the rest of the ‘family’ being around.

When we got back, we bid them goodnight and slipped into the bedroom. Lynn and I were reading in bed, both of us nude, my arm around Lynn and one hand idly fondling a breast when Karen finally joined us.

“You guys walk on water as far as she’s concerned,” Karen told us as she pulled off her bathing suit and wrap. “And I have a request, Jim.” She shot me one of those ‘I’m-not-sure-whether-you’ll-like-this’ looks.

“Try me,” I said.

“I think you should romance Bev a little tomorrow while we’re at work,” Karen said seriously, “it would do wonders for her ego and she confided that her love life has sucked for the past decade. Believe it or not, despite her forwardness and bravado, she’s got self-esteem issues. I think she needs to get laid.” Lynn and I burst out laughing.

“And you think that she’ll just roll over and spread her legs after breakfast?” I jousted back to Karen.

“No, no. It’s just that ... well, you have a knack with women you’re not even aware of – probably it’s your pheromones. It might not be tomorrow, but you can get started tomorrow. What do you think Lynn?”

“I think it’s a cute idea. I love your mom. She’s all-natural woman under the high fashion façade and her bluster. Are you surprised what she’s like? You haven’t really haven’t had a deep talk with her for quite a while.”

“She surprises me, particularly the vulnerability that I sense,” Karen said. “That wasn’t there before. I think I’ve been carrying some very old tapes about my mother around with me for too long. I’ve got to get rid them and see her in a new light.” There was a long pause.

I said, “I’m not sure seducing Bev is a good idea. She’s only here for the long weekend, but more than that, I’m concerned that you’re pushing me away onto other women. Are we all right?”

Both women reacted almost violently, assuring me that I was well loved and that they weren’t trying to distance themselves from me in any way. Lynn was especially reassuring, and I calmed.

That said, Karen and Lynn both looked at me questioningly. Finally, Karen said, “Well, will you?”

I sighed. “I’ll play it by ear. And you’re both sure this is OK and won’t hurt our relationship in any way?”

Karen came and snuggled next to me, rubbing her erect nipples against my arm. Soon I was fondling four breasts and then we made love.

I awoke and went to the beach for my meditation time as usual. When I returned Lynn and Karen were in the midst of their morning ritual preparing for work. Both came to me independently and whispered in my ear to ‘Have fun’ and to ‘Make Bev happy’. They promised that our threesome would continue with only positive benefits. I got kisses and full body presses from each of them. What a nice way to start the day.

I was in the kitchen finishing my breakfast when Bev appeared wearing an exceptionally stylish robe that came to mid-thigh. Beneath I could see the edges of a very feminine and lacy baby doll pajama set. We greeted each other. I gestured her to one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter and, despite her protestations, fixed her breakfast.

I had the feeling that she eyed me suspiciously, sizing up my motives regarding her daughter and perhaps even Lynn.

“Did I hear you or one of the girls go out earlier? Around six?” she asked out of curiosity.

I explained about my morning meditation sessions as well as my desire for exercise through walking or other even more strenuous exercise. She looked at me in a new light I think, and appeared impressed.

“Do you walk? Would you like to see my favorite beach? The weather promises a spectacular Florida day just for you.”

She agreed and an hour later the two of us were clad in our bathing suits and ready to start a brisk walk from one end of Lido Key to the other and back. I had a great Florida tan, and Bev was pale to a fault. I’d given her one of Lynn’s big brimmed hats to wear, too.

“Before we go you need a heavy dose of sunscreen,” I passed a tube of the stuff to her as I fumbled taking my shoes off beside the car. She began applying the lotion to her arms and legs, but of course, her back and upper shoulders remained uncovered.

I took the tube from her eventually. “Turn around, I’ll do the spots you can’t easily reach.” I lathered up my hands and started to rub the lotion in to Bev’s shoulders, giving a massage as I did so. I moved down her back, working around and under her bra strap and then down to the small of her back and her bikini bottoms and the small of her back.

“THAT was very nice,” she said as she turned around. We were standing very close to one another. She didn’t move away.

“I thought so, too,” I said as I looked into her gorgeous brown eyes.

We stood there for an interesting moment looking at each other. I broke the mood by tossing the lotion into the car. “Come, let’s walk,” I held out my hand to her and she took it. She didn’t let go of me and I didn’t let go of her for the whole walk; we held hands the entire trip except for some stops we made to pick up and examine a few interesting shells. If there was personal space, I think we violated each other’s space rules and flirted incessantly. I rather enjoyed her presence.

As we walked our stories and histories unfolded to one another. I learned of Bev’s early divorce and having to raise two girls as a single mother, her carving a career for herself based on her interest in fashion, and how she’d parlayed that into the role she played now as the top buyer for a multi-billion-dollar high-end department store chain. She was actually humble and grateful for the breaks that had led her to today yet as she talked. I could see how she created the opportunities for herself.

We talked about the girls – Lynn and Karen, in particular how we got along and actually lived day to day. I explained that we’d developed a philosophy of never going to bed mad and always being willing to bring up even the little things that bother us. We’d all changed our behaviors to accommodate each other and were the better for it.

We talked about Lynn’s daughter, Mel, too, and I had to skate on some thin ice here when we talked about her staying with us over the summer. I carefully avoided discussion about what Mel thought of the three of us, let alone explain how I’d been the one to take her virginity and teach her the finer points of lovemaking. I explained she’d developed a meaningful relationship with a guy where Karen, Lynn and Mel worked named Robbie and we’d actually see the two of them when they came for our Thanksgiving feast. Mel, a sophomore at Ohio State, was staying with Robbie over the long weekend. She arrived the next afternoon from Columbus.

Bev also told me about Rachel, Karen’s older sister who lived in Denver with her husband and three kids. Rachel worked for Bank of America and together with her husband of ten years had a boy and two girls. Bev explained that she’d traveled to Denver a lot to spend time with the grandkids since she knew that Karen didn’t want her around. That statement provoked a long discussion about launching kids and how they develop myths about their parents. I tried to build some bridges for Karen with her mother.

We talked about my two kids too. They were near Rachel’s age and both with full families and older children – my grandchildren. I had to admit I should see them more often, particularly now that Nancy was gone. Both my daughters and their families were in the Chicago area.

When we got back to the car, I pulled Bev into my arms and kissed her. She looked surprised at first but then kissed back, quite passionately. She even pushed her entire body against mine, a move that produced certain predictable consequences in my crotch. I had her sit in the car with the door open while I took a towel to clean the sand from her feet. Just as I finished, I leaned forward and ran my tongue from one of her knees partway up her thigh. I heard a little, “Ooooooh,” but I just backed away.

I got in and got ready to drive. Bev put her left hand on my thigh and just let it rest there. I leaned over and stole another kiss from her. Not a word was said. We drove home.

When we got back to the house, I suggested she dress casually so we could go to a late lunch downtown. Half-an-hour later we were seated at my favorite outdoor restaurant on Main Street. The same familiar waitress that had served me many times before came out, looked at me with yet another woman, smiled mischievously and waggled her finger at me. Bev couldn’t see her and I had to smirk at the waitress’ humor.

We had what can only be called a romantic lunch. After lunch we strolled around downtown while I gave an in-depth travelogue about the city. I bought her a bouquet of flowers at a florist shop. I think she was proud to be walking around carrying the bouquet and receiving envious looks of passersby. Bev was holding my arm tightly, even rubbing her nearest breast against me. I thought I’d seen this movie before – a feeling déjà vu came over me more than once.

We drove back to the house. Bev asked what time Lynn and Karen would return as we pulled into the neighborhood. I told her not before 5:30 pm. I noted that we had nearly three hours all to ourselves.

I again pulled Bev to me and kissed her as we got into the house. This time she was more than compliant. She was nearly aggressive in her response. After we’d tried to tongue each other’s tonsils for a while she took one of my hands and pressed it to a breast atop her clothing. I thought I knew what that signaled.

I pulled her into the living room and we fell in an embrace onto the sofa. I pulled her pretty blouse loose from her shorts and was able to reach underneath and smooth her skin up to her bra. I ran a finger or two lightly around the edge of her lacy brassiere knowing that this was an erotic gesture and that it would turn her on even more than she was.

Between kisses, she said to me, “You understand foreplay.” She helped unbutton her blouse and then opened her bra – it had a front latch. “I want you sucking on these; I can’t wait,” she said holding her breasts up to me with both hands. I moved right in and spent about fifteen minutes in the most pleasant pursuit of making love to Bev’s chest. This was great foreplay. Even though some age wrinkles showed here and there her skin was soft and malleable to my tongue. Her nipples were highly responsive and seemed to like it when I brought them to a highly excited state.

Bev talked to me. “Oh, you sucker. Suck my breasts. Bite my nips – make them hard. I want to be able to drag these across your chest when we fuck. I want to have the hardest tits in the city. Bite. Harder.” I tried to follow as many of her instructions as I could and keep her safe and unmarked.

Soon she grew impatient and started to undo my shirt. “I want you naked in front of me. I want to pleasure you, too.” She wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer. I got a glimmer of her assertive personality.

In seconds, I stood naked before her. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her and slid her mouth up one side and down the other, salivating all over my shaft. I was glad I’d taken another Cialis at breakfast – I was hard as steel. She bobbed up and down on me while she fisted me into her mouth. She seemed less experienced than her daughter but she had the right idea and was enthusiastic in her pursuit.